ᴛʜᴇ єɲɗ ɪs ʜᴇʀᴇ

I hear the skull at each renewal expostulate aghast: This game, ridiculous and cruel, when will it end at last? {semi-private norse myth rp. mun and muse are 18+}

[caressindeath]

THIS ACCOUNT IS NOW SEMI-PRIVATE

{ Due to personal reasons and Hel not being a primary blog for me, I've decided to be selective with those I interact with from now on. }

[larmoyante]

You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via gunpowdergallows)

[greatofdeath]

                                               ᴇ̦̼̘ᴠ͏͖̭ᴇ̭̞͇ʀ̠̣̫̩̺͈ʏʙᴏ͎̦̳̼̬͖ᴅ̘̯͍ʏ̼͔̙̦̱ ᴡ͜ᴀ̳ɴ͉̩͓̹ᴛ͕̝̤̥ͅͅs̗̺̹͕̪̞̩͝ ̖̪̜̯̩̬͜ᴛ̠͚̦̣ᴏ̲̞͠ ͇͖̳͇͘ʀ̢̺̯̺̰̟̠ͅᴜ̠͍ʟ̯͘ᴇ̕ͅ ͈ᴛ̨̫ʜ̸̳ᴇ̞̜̯̫ ͉ᴡ͚́ͅᴏ̝͞ʀʟ̸̱͙̬̮͕̞ͅᴅ̤̰͓̪̰

[iignoble-deactivated20160120]

He needn’t say more. He knew his message made it to her heart without question. “Now tell me what news you have for me of your siblings who won’t tell me themselves.” 

[caressindeath]

A brief chuckle chuffed out while Hel idly shook her head. “Fenrir enjoys the wild life and periodically disregards the consequences of his actions. One day I think he may get himself into severe trouble. I'm afraid I haven't spoken to Jörmungand in ages, but I suspect he pursues a less adventurous outlook.”

[iignoble-deactivated20160120]

Loki smiled, a sadness to the expression. “I have such pride in the woman you have become.”

[caressindeath]

Her lips parted as surprise flickered across her face before she settled on a small smile as well. “Thank you. That is... thank you.” The smile soon split into a faint grin.

[labyrinth-of-thoughts]

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

[hedendom]

Icelandic Magical Staves (8/24)

Þjófastafur

A sigil that can be used to protect against thieves. If someone stole from you, carve this sigil into the bottom of a wooden bowl, fill it with clean water and sprinkle yarrow flowers over it. After reciting a charm the face of the thief will appear in the water.

[iignoble-deactivated20160120]

"You have always been sætur einn minn. Such forgiveness lies in a heart that would otherwise be hardened by what fate has given you. I am blessed to have you for a daughter.” 

[caressindeath]

“A hard heart would be detrimental to the wisdom you gave me. I would not sour that precious inheritance.”

[iignoble-deactivated20160120]

"They are not wrong in the way they treat me. I am their father and in their eyes I failed to protect and defend them as a father should. There is much to be atoned for, my daughter. I am thankful for your forgiveness."

[caressindeath]

“It makes it wrong when they act as if you are the sole person responsible. It was the brash, cowardly ignorance of the Æsir that put us where we are. Even with all your power, there is little you can do to oppose their hegemony. I don't blame you, Faðir, nor will I now that I understand the many factors involved.”

[allmustweep]

Preordain + BALDR

Blood. 

Darker than he had imagined - pouring forth in thick rivulets that surged with each beat of a failing heart - its tide coursing round the shaft cast deep, around the frantic grasp of faceless hands desperate in their efforts, around the wards that had guarded his every breath…

No pain - save for the shock of flesh rent wide. 

There was no agony in the ruined nerves, no trace of the horror that he had seen play across the features of the fallen, of the decimated. He had dreamt of pain - in those prophecies that had haunted young nights. It had crippled his mind, sent his flesh to heaving, furs soaked with sweat. In its absence he half expected to wake, pulled from the nightmare by a wife’s embrace, by the morning’s light.

It was only as ice kissed his core, as cold permeated each cell of his body, that he knew the truth of his peril. It was now that he should know fear, that he should know the pain of parting. And yet, as eyes stared blind to the faces robbed of their definition, he could feel naught but the chill. 

It was his last sensation, his last companion. 

[caressindeath]

This was not an ordinary soul which tenderly passed into her domain. This was not the confusion of somebody surprised they no longer breathed. This was not the crippling sorrow that loved ones wouldn't be seen for the days to come.

This was resolution.

This was the start of the finish.

This was the first time fright pumped a numb heart since she was a child thrown beneath Yggdrasil's roots, charged with an obligation she couldn't falter, regardless of youthful uncertainty. Soon everything Hel loved would be erased while she lived on, taunted by poisonous memories—

Because of him.

Deep growls alerted her that he had finally arrived. Garm stood colossal to prevent his entrance, only quieting after he sensed his mistress drawing near.

Slowly the house gates opened; an array of jagged icy beams twisted seventy feet high like wrought-iron, glistering under the natural pale light with each shift that gave berth for the Queen, naked as the day she was born. Her left half contained gaunt, nearly rotted, colorless flesh and long onyx spills of lank hair flattened against her emaciated side, but down the center her right portion had deteriorated, blackening pink sinews exposing most of her skeletal frame, while wiry white wisps wove from her skull throughout spaces in her bones. As Garm inched out of her way, she stopped a yard in front of the newly dead.

One umber eye fixed upon Baldr, dull despite its glass imitation. Silent, she had to cast her bias, she had to give him refuge, even though his passing meant her siblings, her father, would suffer. The hardest task Hel ever had to do, without nary a tremble, was offer her bone hand toward Baldr.

[caressindeath]

Gamble With Death + AMMIT

[greatofdeath]

   Nope, she refuses to have to come back a second time. It was either now    or never, Ammit wasn’t exactly a grand fan of the woman before her. Nothing    personal… falsehood. It was entirely personal. She had a notion Anubis was    doing this just to spite her. A roll of her eyes and she crossed her arms as if    to say no.

   ”You’re fine right where you are, actually, I’m sure Anubis has plans of meeting    with you a second time at a later date.” She took a seat along the table, motioning    with her hand for Hel to do the same. The Deity did, however, hold a respect for    the Norse Goddess. Death was her thing and she commended anyone that held    a similar respect.

   Crossing a knee over one leg, the Demoness decided not to bullshit and simply    get to exactly what it was she knew Anubis wanted her to do. “First thing’s first, I’m    Ammit—if you weren’t aware of that already.”

[caressindeath]

It was apparent Ammit didn't take well to her. Not that Hel minded—it was normal for her by reputation alone—but she did wonder why. Was she essentially unfriendly or did she not agree with the soon-to-be transactions between the Queen and her master? From her limited understanding, Kemites were uniform: they stuck together and hardly ventured far outside those that weren't shared heritage. Quite unlike her own pantheon that formed both feeble or sturdy connections to the Nine Worlds.

As she accepted the offered chair across from Ammit, Hel knew that bad blood in business simply wouldn't do. She nodded once receiving her name yet forwent speaking casual pleasantries. Posture erect, Hel eyed the Devouress while the gears within her mind turned, searching down the road of solution. The air would have to be cleared before anything professional began.

“You don't like me,” Factual statement, not accusation. “Will this hinder the treaty he and I are building? If it can be helped, I'd rather avoid unnecessary hostility.” Hel left the decision to make amends in Ammit's hands. Either outcome didn't effect Hel; she could continue her duties without Egyptian influence just as they could without Norse.

[vingthor-deactivated20180526]

      “S’what I meant.           I mean — it’s your after-party.”

[caressindeath]

“And what I meant: why anticipate something I'm already used to getting? There aren't surprises—no excitement.”

[caressindeath]

If you're basically half skeleton how do you have sex?

“There are two answers to your prying,” Despite pointing out the stranger’s intrusion, whether the goddess was offended remained unknown as her countenance betrayed none of her thoughts. “One, is that I do not always wear my true face, unless it is one’s time of dying. Second—your real curiosity—I have not had it.”

[beingawkwardisinevitable]

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Child of the wilderness Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Comfort and care for you Learn to be lonely Learn to be your one companion Never dreamed out in the world There are arms to hold you You’ve always known your heart was on its own So laugh in your loneliness Child of the wilderness Learn to be lonely Learn how to love life that is lived alone

Learn to be lonely Life can be lived Life can be loved alone

[fyeahwolves]

Submission

[mouhlapointe]

17th Century Violin

[facinaoris]

MYTHOLOGY MEME - [1/7] NORSE GODS/GODDESSES: HEL

"Hail to you, Hela, Grandmother Death.

Silent your wisdom, yours my last breath. 

Reading our wyrd in cobwebs and lace,

Ancestor´s hostess, grant us your grace.”